The wet ground,
baked dry,
in the summer heat,
in the rays of the sun.
The world cast,
in a yellow light,
shining on the trees,
and leaves,
and grass.
Awash in the glow,
of the Summer Solstice,
heralding the change,
of seasons.
The wet ground,
baked dry,
in the summer heat,
in the rays of the sun.
The world cast,
in a yellow light,
shining on the trees,
and leaves,
and grass.
Awash in the glow,
of the Summer Solstice,
heralding the change,
of seasons.
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